Rebellion of Younth, the beauiful Poem from Gwendolyn Brooks

The pool players.
Seven at the Golden Shovel.

WE
Real cooool.
WE
Left school.

WE
Lurk late
WE
Strike straight.

WE
Sing Sin
WE
Thin gin

WE
Jazz june
WE
Burn weed

We die soon?
Huh!
WE REAL COOOOOL!


Just having talked about the obedience, we met some people who refuse to obey!
Very interesting!

To be honest, there are three phases in my life about obedience.
When I was a little child, I did not dare to challenge the authority of my parents and teachers.
that is phase one----too young to rebel.
With the coming of adolescence, I became trustless and fearless. I blindly rebelled everything around me, which is just like the situation described in the poem.
that is phase two----too blind to obey.
Entering adulthood, I became mature and sophisticated. Time have polished my roughness. Sometimes, I found that obey and silence can help me saving a lot of trouble.
That is phase three---lack of enthusiasm to rebel.

I think many of you guys must have the similar experience, don't you?